Author's Notes:
v1.3
WARNING: May Contain spoilers. Story takes place right after the 3 year break in the series.
RATING: PG --- 13
Disclaimer: I do not own any Naruto Characters. Masashi Kishimoto does. Please don't sue.
I do, however, own the characters Trevor, Daniel, And Dave.
This Is My FIRST Fan Fiction. Please give a helpful review after reading.
Thanks to XoXSilverDragonXoX for being a beta reader!
On with the story!
This Fan Fiction belongs to Bcaseb
American Shinobi
Chapter 1
I was playing computer games. I have always loved to shoot virtual enemies and create large explosions. I was a total game freak. My friends told me I played too much, but I never listened to them.
I have been trying to beat my previous score on my game for months. Whenever I got close to beating it, something happened and I failed to beat my score.
I was getting closer and closer to my goal. I was one kill away from beating my own record. I punched the fire key and right before I won, the power went out. I screamed.
Then, a mere 2 feet from my window, lightning struck the ground. I looked at this tower of lightning hitting the ground and I was shocked to see what I was sure was a person standing there. Inside the lightning. This 'person' was wearing a long, flowing black cloak. There was some kind of red oval shape pattern on it. I had a feeling I had seen it somewhere before. If I had to guess, the person was a man. I was shocked to the core as he raised an arm and pointed at me. His face was dark, I couldn't make out what he looked like, but his eyes were glowing red. Then, in a bright flash of light, he was gone. Maybe I was going insane. Must be too many video games. Oh well. Then, "BOOM".
Oh My God. That was the loudest boom I had ever heard. I fell over.
I got back up on my chair and I decided to just play some more games. I pressed the 'ON' button on my computer. Nothing.
'CRAP', I thought. The power was still out. I got off my chair and started crawling through the hallway to my living room. I reached under my couch and pulled out my medical kit. I opened it and grabbed a flashlight. I was lucky because I had replaced the batteries earlier in the morning. I switched it on. A bright white light emanated from the flashlight. I got up and walked into the hallway and to the door. It was unlocked. As I was pulling the door open, I suddenly remembered locking the door earlier and latching it. Had someone snuck in? Nah, no one could get past me. And if they did, they would get a surprise. A very painful surprise.
I exited the house and made a mental note to put up some motion sensors around the house and outside later. Just in case. I walked past the drive way and into the side yard. For some reason as I swung my flashlight towards the circuit box, my flash light broke into two pieces. What the? The top half hit the ground and one of the batteries was cut in half and battery acid was pouring out. How did that happen? As I examined the broken flashlight, I noticed it was a clean cut. There was no way that it just broke like that. It was like something out of a Manga.
I loved Manga. Especially Naruto. I had read all the way through the subbed stuff until the 3 year break of Naruto's life.
I took a lighter out of my pocket. I made sure that it wasn't broken and lit it.
As the flame from my lighter cast an orange-ish glow on the side of my house, I was shocked to see that my circuit bow had been absolutely shredded to pieces. There were deep gashes in it. Not much of the original casing was left. Only 2 switches were left in-tact. They were switched off. I couldn't make out what their labels said. I turned them on. It looked like each broken switch had been individually slashed. Why had someone done this? Great. Just great.
I headed inside. My lighter's flame blew out. I thought that maybe it was about to "break" just like the flashlight had, so instead I Just chucked it into the air. As I did this, I could have sworn I saw a red glow on my roof. I looked at my roof but I saw no red glow. I really WAS going insane.
I ran into my house and locked the door. And latched it. And I checked it to make sure it was locked properly. I went to my room and hit the light switch. It didn't work. Great. I thought that if these weird things kept happening someone must be behind them. I thought I might need some weapons to beat the living hell out of whoever had messed with my house. So I entered my basement.
When I bought this house, I thought that it was kind of weird that someone built a house in the middle of freaking nowhere. I had had to dig the basement myself because my house did not originally have one. I loved my house being in the middle of nowhere because I had no stupid neighbors to tell me to turn down the volume on my video games.
Perhaps the reason that I played so many video games was because I got to USE guns. I also collected many guns. I stocked up ammo. I collected Big, Powerful weaponry. I also collected a few old swords and daggers for close combat. I collected all this because it was something to do. A guy has to have a hobby, right? And because I knew that Armageddon would come eventually. I wanted to be prepared. I hit the light switch. It worked. My basement lights worked but nothing else in the house did? That's kind of weird. What kind of idiot would leave on only the basement lights and one other item with electricity? I smiled as I looked at all the covered cases of weaponry. I decided that tonight I would go buy some security items and a generator for my house. I had a lot of money. When I say a LOT of money, I mean like 350,000 dollars.
It was odd that I had a few hundred thousand dollars in the bank and I was only 18. But what can I say? I befriended an insane old man in a park and he left his fortune to me because everyone else he knew was deceased. Lucky me. Lucky rich me.
I decided that I would have to buy my items on the black market because the items I wanted to get for my house needed military clearance to purchase. I had gained a few "connections" in my earlier teen years. I grabbed my three favorite weapons. A modified pistol that my friend Trevor had designed. It never hit the market. Too expensive. I however, had enough money and bought one from him. It had the letters 'C-97' on the side of it. It had a scope with 3X zoom and a laser pointer on the side. 15 round clip too. Good for precision aiming. My second favorite weapon was a shotgun that I got on my fifteenth birthday from my friends Trevor and Daniel. We had been homeless most of our lives. We met up at an orphanage at age 10. All of our parents died when we were little. This shotgun was 12 gauge, and had to be pumped before each shot. It was perfectly balanced after you loaded it. We had all had our names scratched into the side. My third favorite weapon was a short sword that I had found in the middle of a tree. Me and my friends ran away from the orphanage when we were 14. A tree we slept under had been struck by lightning. I got shocked a little. The tree had split into multiple charred pieces and I had found a sword in the middle with a sheath. It was always warm to my touch, even after being in my freezer for a month. It had a spiral design near the base of the sword. Whatever metal that it was made out of had a green-ish shade to it. I never truly used it. I just kept it on display and always polished it 'cause it looked cool. I grabbed a backpack full of ammunition, sword polish, water, and food. I strapped the sword onto the side of my back pack. I put my pistol in one of my camo-colored cargo pant's humungous pockets, and the shotgun I just packed into my backpack. I needed some motion detectors. And a few land mines. And maybe a shiny new weapon to add to my collection. I was going to travel to my friend's apartment in Japan. And whenever I was with him, there was usually trouble. He wasn't exactly a perfect neighborhood "citizen". More like a perfect neighborhood criminal.
My friend, Trevor, In Japan, had some good connections with some pretty important people. If he couldn't get it legally or illegally, it did not exist.
I grabbed my cell phone and headed for my car in my garage. It was a sports car. A blue-green Camaro Z28. As I got my keys out, I noticed that someone had put chewing gum in the door lock.
I was getting mad. First, someone had turned off my power and ruined my game. Second, the person had shredded my circuit box and ruined my good flashlight. Thirdly, this person had messed with my car. I almost lost my temper and took out my pistol to go find this very stupid and unlucky person, but I thought better of it. I started to exit the garage through the side door, but I noticed that there was a deep slash on the side of my Precious Camaro. Gasoline was still pouring out. This must have been slashed very recently. Someone out there really did hate me. Or they just wanted to die. Or both.
I exited my garage. I walked down my drive way and onto the road. I kept walking towards my destination. I had another friend of mine from the orphanage. Daniel. He loved guns just as much as I did. He lived near the coast of southern California. For me, it would normally be a good 3-4 days walk. The sun eventually started rising.
I was walking down an old abandoned side road that my friends and I always used to race on. It went on for about 40 miles. I saw a tower in the distance and smiled. A cell phone tower. We never found out why there was one way out here.
I got out my cell phone. I pressed the numbers on my phone and called Daniel.
RING------------RING------------RING-----...
"Hello?" someone said.
"Hey Daniel! It's Dave." I said.
"Dave? Why are you calling me at 8:15 in the morning? You never get up before 10:00!" he exclaimed.
"I know. Come pick me up on the road we used to race on. I'm at the cell tower."
"I'll be right there. Oh by the way, Trevor is coming over from Japan later. It'll be just like old times, the three of us together!" he said.
"Really? Cool. I'll be waiting. See ya!"
"Bye."...
I hung up my phone.
So. Trevor was coming over to California? That was convenient. Beats traveling on those crappy planes.
I sat down and took my pack off. I leaned against the base of the cell phone tower and fell asleep.
3 Hours Later.
I woke up with a start.
I heard a revving of a car in the distance. Must be Daniel. I got my pack on and stepped back a few feet from the road. I didn't exactly trust his driving skills. I'm just going to say that when he drove fast, He made mistakes. I saw what he was driving. A black, almost tank-like, Jeep. Weird. I thought He was into sports cars like I was. He drove up to the side of the road and got out.
"Hey Dave! You really are out here." he said.
"Of course I am. What took so long?"
He snickered a little.
"Huh?"
I felt a barrel pressed into my back. I ducked and threw my feet at whatever was behind me. My friend Trevor fell onto me and started laughing. Then I got it. They had meant to scare me. That's what took so long.
We loaded into the Jeep laughing all the way.
"Daniel, I thought Trevor here was coming over later", I said.
"I got in about 3 seconds after you called. We decided to play a trick on you. You fell for it so easily. Heh." Trevor said.
Daniel spoke up, " Yeah, sorry about tha--WHAT!" He was interrupted.
We all heard a loud BANG sound and the Jeep had slowed down a little.
Something had popped his jeep's tires. We all got out and looked at the wheels. They had been slashed. "Not This Son of a #$ again!" I yelled. I noticed a gleam on the ground. There was a shiny metal object on the ground. It looked kind of like a cd but with sharp edges.
Trevor Said, "Hey, that's a Shuriken!"
Daniel looked at it for a second then said, "It's like something out of that Manga stuff you like Dave,"
"Naruto? Yeah, It is.", I said, "Weird".
I put the Shuriken into my pack very carefully so as not to cut myself. I had very few medical supplies in my pack.
We got some of Daniel and Trevors' stuff out of the Jeep and pushed the Jeep off of the road. We started walking towards the direction of the coast. Daniel asked me,
"Dude, why were you out here anyways?"
I told him what had happened to me up until the cell phone tower.
Trevor said, "Man, that idiot is going to have hell to pay. He really messed with your Camaro?"
"Yeah, he did." I said.
It was then we noticed this black circle made of weird symbols on the ground surrounding us. In 6 Places in the circle weird symbols sprang up from the ground and onto our legs. We could not move.
Trevor said, "What the hell? I can't move!"
I suddenly felt very weak.
I saw a bright flash of light and then I blacked out.
END OF CHAPTER 1
-Well, there's my first Chapter. What's going to happen next time? Where will the three guys wake up? Will they be ok?
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